Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Will has had a rough life. An orphan at a young age, he’s lost so much. He’s insulated himself from people, focused on finding his path out of the life he was forced to lead. Now in his last year of college, he meets a man who’s lost everything, too. The connection he feels is intense, their shared experiences bonding them instantly. Sid seems to feel it, too—yet the man keeps pulling away.

The holidays approach and the two young men try to navigate their feelings of loneliness and their attraction to one another.

A series of gifts shows them both just how deep the connection they have with one another is.

Christmas music played over the speakers. Chestnuts were roasting over open fires and Jack Frost some-such. Will had always tuned out seasonal music, but for once, he listened to the words, sensing the child-like joy in them. It only heightened the need he felt to give Sid the gift.
Will ordered them soup and wontons… as well as egg rolls… and they both ordered an entrée, along with a couple of extra ones he added on.
“You said a bunch and you meant a bunch,” Sid said as the waiter left the table.
“Gotta have enough for later, remember?”
Sid grinned. “You know, this Christmas is already turning out pretty good.”
“Chinese food at Chung’s with me… after being pawed at by old ladies? That’s something special there.”
“No… having someone who truly understands what I’ve gone through… how lonely the holidays can be. None of the platitudes. None of the pity.”
Will completely agreed.
“I haven’t been good to you,” Sid said. “I ran out after Thanksgiving… and I’ve avoided you since. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. You’re a good guy.”
Will reached over with one hand and took Sid’s. “It’s okay. I know how hard it is to let people in.”
“You’re not like other people. I know that. I want us to be friends… to know each other better.”
Will met Sid’s stare, his heart thumping a little harder than it had been a few seconds earlier.
“I feel the same way. What I already know… I sense we could be something special,” Will said, fishing the golden box from his pocket. He laid it on the table before Sid, a wide smile crossing his face. “So special that I wanted to give you something. Merry Christmas.”
“For me?” Sid asked, frowning. “You didn’t have to.”

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Welcome Lisa Oliver back to my blog. She's sharing a bit from her new release, Don't Tempt Fate.Don't Tempt FateBook 11 of the Cloverleah Pack series

Pack enforcer, Marius Reef has a lot on his mind. Life in Cloverleah has been quiet for months; giving him too much time to think. He still suffers nightmares from his father's abuse decades ago and now his brothers are mated, he is struggling to find and keep his place in the pack. Determined to be useful, his waking hours are spent patrolling the pack's territory but at night his dreams are haunted by a hunky blond, so perfect he couldn't exist in real life.

As the Battle Lord for his people, Cathair is used to being sent from the elven realm to dispel injustices found on many realms including earth. Guided by the Seers, he's never questioned his assignments before. But when his father, the High Elder insists he must take a message to a tiny pack in the middle of nowhere, and actually stay with them, he puts up a token protest. His place was on the elven realm, wasn't it?

Prophecies and kidnappings, the evil that stalks Cloverleah is getting closer and all will be affected. Plagued with troubles and misunderstandings on both realms, Marius and Cathair must forge a bond or the whole pack could be lost. But when trouble comes from one of their own, the two men reach a crossroads. Will they choose the right path or will the fate of the Cloverleah pack be doomed?

This is an M/M story that includes some violence, references to past abuse and a scene of attempted rape (not between MCs). Like all of my books, it has an HEA, no cheating and no cliffhanger. However, the epilogue sets the scene for the next book in the series. This book is part of a series and while this story is based on one couple and is complete in itself; to appreciate the over-arching story line and the stories behind the secondary characters, reading the previous books in order is advised.

“I’ve dreamed about you, you know,” Marius said as he felt a large presence suddenly appear behind him and his nose was filled with an intoxicating scent. He knew in his gut the elf would find him. “Is that an elven thing? Projecting desires into dreams before you find your hapless mate.”
“You seem to have me at a disadvantage.” Cathair’s voice was low and husky without the growl Marius was used to. “I’m not aware of a dream scenario or anything else associated with true mates. But then I’m young in elven terms. It’s possible my father might have advised me on such a thing if he’d felt I needed to be aware of it.”
“Young?” Marius tightened his arms around his chest, resisting the urge to turn around. He knew if he did he’d be humping the huge hunk like there was no tomorrow. His wolf and cock were certainly keen enough especially with the scent of jasmine and musk holding him captive. “Young is such a relative term when it comes to paranormals, don’t you think? How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I’m one thousand and forty-two, and you can ask me anything.”
Oh, my fucking god. Marius was a reasonable age in shifter terms; older than Kane and Griff at eighty-two. “Were there still dinosaurs around when you were born?” Marius slapped his hand over his mouth as soon as the words were out, but it was too late.
Cathair chuckled. “I think my grandfather might have kept a couple as pets. But no, I’ve never seen one, much to my regret.” He has a sense of humor at least. Marius’s whole body trembled with the effort not to turn. He knew, he just knew that if he turned around, his whole life as he knew it would be over.
“Tell me about these dreams.” Marius recognized the lowered tone for what it was. This man should never be allowed to speak. He’s too fucking sexy.
“They’re nothing,” Marius waved his hand without looking over his shoulder. “Ignore me. I’m just rambling. Shouldn’t you be at the pack dinner? Some of the unmated enforcers dressed up just for your benefit.”
“And yet you didn’t.” Marius was never more conscious of his worn jeans. “Those jeans do amazing things for your ass, pup.” Pup? Marius whirled around in anger. “I’m no pup!” He snarled. “I’ll be eighty-three years old next month; old enough to be an elder by wolf shifter standards. Just because you’re almost old enough to be fossilized doesn’t mean you get the right to tease me about my age.”
“It got you to turn around and face me, didn’t it?”

About the AuthorLisa Oliver had been writing non-fiction books for years when visions of half dressed, buff men started invading her dreams. Unable to resist the lure of her stories, Lisa decided to switch to fiction books, and now stories about her men clamor to get out from under her fingertips. When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate. Lisa will do anything for chocolate.Lisa loves to hear from her readers and other writers. You can friend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/lisaoliverauthor), catch up on whatís happening at her blog (http://www.supernaturalsmut.com) or email her directly at yoursintuitively@gmail.com.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Newly dumped Carson Davies decides the vacation he’d planned to take his girlfriend on—in hopes of fixing their troubled relationship—is the perfect getaway he needs to clear his head. A few days of solitude, hiking along picturesque Bear Mountain is just what he thinks he needs to move on. But as soon as he arrives, he’s shocked by the sensual reaction he has to the two owners. The two male owners. Carson has never been attracted to a man, and he fights the sensation tooth and nail.

Royce and Jared know their mate as soon as he walks in the door of the main lodge. They’re ready to claim what’s theirs, but know they need to be careful. The man sees himself as straight, but that’s the least of their problems. They’ll need to show him their true nature, their inner bear, and hope it doesn’t send the man packing.

The shifters have just three days before the human is scheduled to go home. In a short span, they’ve got to show Carson how bound they all are and hope they can seduce the man into surrendering.

*This title has been updated with a second edition, released in May 2016*

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Cpl.
Guillaume “Gator” Arnaud did some terrible things while he was with Project
Zed. He’d followed orders, battling the enemies he’d been trained to fight. Now
a part of the shifter army, he’s worked to atone for the things he did. Along
the way, he’s also fallen for one of the human elementals, Dario.

When a
dragon shifter arrives on base, he throws a wrench into Gator’s well laid
plans. Gator feels an intense attraction to Jaeger—and then learns Dario senses
that same attraction to the shifter. Yet when he sees the bond forged between
the two other men, he worries he’ll be left out in the cold.

Jaeger
doesn’t know about Gator’s past. He fears once the dragon knows the truth, his
chance at love will evaporate. Does he go the easy way out and focus on Dario?
Or does he throw caution to the wind, and aim for both men—and possibly lose
them both?

Jaeger
drained the shot glass. With the back of his hand, he scrubbed the remnants of
the cheap vodka from his lips. The alcohol burned as it went down, not
especially to his liking. Having acquired a taste for the finer things, rot-gut
alcohol wasn’t something he necessarily appreciated, but there was a purpose
for it. Across the table, a Slavic man stared back at him, chuckling under his
breath.

“I’ve
not met one who could drink as heartily as I,” the man spoke in his native
Russian. Any other person wouldn’t have seen the telltale signs that the man
was beginning to weaken.

There
was a slight hitch to his voice.

A
barest of sways to his body.

A
slight drop in his eyelids.

Jaeger
smiled back before pouring them both another round from the bottle. He believed
it was their thirtieth. Or was it the thirty-first? He’d lost count along the
way. No matter, as he wouldn’t be the one to lose the bet.

Dragons
couldn’t get drunk, although as quickly as they’d gone through the empty
bottles on the table, he might be testing that theory.

Men?
They weren’t quite so fortunate.

Jaeger
eyed the meager handful of rubles on the table between them, disliking paper
money. Gold, that was better, but a bet was a bet was a bet.

Especially
when he had ulterior motives.

He
lifted the shot glass. “Za
zdorovje.” Jaeger downed the shot and slammed the glass onto the table.

The human parroted the phrase and drained his
glass. Jaeger watched the slight wobble to the man’s hand before he lowered the
glass to the table. He smiled, pouring another round and finishing off their
third bottle.

Jaeger had to give it to the man. He hadn’t
seen a human able to drink so much in the space of two hours and barely show
signs of drunkenness.

Barely being the operative word.

Well,
he is Russian.

Jaeger eyed the man across from him. A
Russian captain of one of the boats docked outside at the river’s port.

A boat that was carrying a painting that
would soon be in Jaeger’s possession. After being stolen in Boston over a
decade before, it had bounced around on the black market, always one step ahead
of Jaeger. When he’d learned of the Russian oligarch who’d purchased it, he was
well pleased. Once he’d bribed enough people to learn the route it would
travel, he learned it would be passing near his Siberian hideaway on its trip
to St. Petersburg.

It would look far better on his walls than
the oligarch’s.

His castle was farther north, closer to the
Arctic Circle, and the perfect setting for Rembrandt’s lost masterpiece. The Storm on the Sea of Galilee… Jaeger
had been present in the painter’s studio as the human had finished his only
known seascape, and Jaeger had fallen in love with it that very moment.

He’d already fallen a little for the handsome
painter and spent many a night in the man’s bed, along with Rembrandt’s friend
and art dealer, Hendrick. Not long after, Rembrandt had married Hendrick’s
cousin, Saskia, to quell the rumors circling the trio and thus, ending their
torrid affair. The Netherlands still held special memories for him even now,
remembering the young lovers he’d had there. Possessing the painting would
allow him to reach into the past…

As his future grew more and more bleak.
Jaeger clenched his jaw, willing the human to yield.

The years pressed on without end.

Jaeger was a dragon without purpose.

A dragon without purpose was a dangerous
thing. It heralded the shifter’s end of days…

The painting… that gave him something to hold
on to.

A little piece of him almost didn’t want to
find it. If it was lost to him once more, it would prolong his search.

Give him something to look forward to.

The moment it was in his hands, the chase was
over.

And he might be over, as well.

Jaeger watched as the man across from him
began to sway ever so slightly. He lifted a hand to the barkeep. “Another
bottle,” he said in his perfectly accented Russian.

Before the bottle could be delivered, the
captain began to sway even more. Finally, he fell onto the floor in a heap, an
“oof,” coming from his ruddy lips. A smile played at Jaeger’s lips. The man at
a nearby table close to the captain reached down to check the man as Jaeger
scooped up the rubles.

He rose from his seat with the captain’s
heavy woolen trench coat and hat in hand, handed the barkeep the rubles to pay
for the bottles and the mess, and headed for the door. As soon as he was
outside in the cold, he inhaled, loving the chill to the air. It wasn’t yet
winter, but already it was a brisk -22 C° outside. Barges and boats lined the
nearby river, the sound of their prows crushing through ice reverberating in
his ears. Above, the sky was pale and gray, the sun fighting to be seen through
the clouds.

Jaeger felt his scales shimmering across his
body, his ice dragon pleased with the temperature. He slid on the captain’s
coat. Typically, he only wore winter gear to appease the people out on the
street. He could easily walk down the street naked without freezing, but in
order to hide amongst the humans, one had to act like one. Today, he needed the
disguise. After donning the fur-lined ushanka on his head, he reached inside
the pockets and pulled out the scarf and gloves to cover his identity more.

Jaeger sighed. He much preferred to feel the
cold wrapping its icy fingers around him. Once ready, he began walking toward
the docks, in search of the ship. The ice and snow crunched under his leather
boots with each step.

A scent suddenly crossed his nose.

He froze, rooted to the spot. Jaeger dragged
in a deep lung full and his dragon roared within. He felt the tingling of his
skin, the excitement of his dragon.

Gold.

Turning, he scanned the vicinity, trying to
determine where the scent was coming from. Unable to determine a source, he
followed the scent. His dragon rumbled deep, urging him to move faster. This
wasn’t a paltry piece or two… what he was smelling was substantial. The small
port town wasn’t known for its riches. Quite the opposite.

A
trap?

Onward he walked, until he spied a small
Russian Orthodox Church. At some point, the building had been something else.
After the break-up of the USSR, the Russian government had become lenient on
the practicing of religion, and many new churches had opened their doors. If he
was correct, this one had been a Soviet office building.

The closer he grew, the richer the scent and
the louder his dragon became. He reached the door, a knot to his stomach.

Yet he couldn’t stop his dragon from moving
forward.

He slid the door open slowly, the creaking of
it echoing through the sanctuary. Almost immediately, he saw the hoard upon the
altar. Salivating, he held back, listening for a sound out of place.

He heard nothing. Sensed nothing. A tremor
raced through his body, the scales flittering over his flesh for a split second
before hiding again. His cock grew thick and hard, the desire for gold almost
as strong as his desire for sex. Blood pounded in his veins, urging him closer.

It’s
a trap.

No
one leaves gold out to be so easily stolen.

He took a few steps in. Inhaling, the rich
scent of gold filled his nose. Even if he wasn’t alone, he likely couldn’t
sense anyone above that delicious smell.

Leave.

Now,
before it’s too late.

Yet, Jaeger couldn’t help taking another step
closer. He searched the interior. It was dark, the gray of the day not allowing
much light in through the stained glass windows. No one seemed to be about.
Turning his head, he stared at the pile of gold, the need making him weak. A
rivulet of sweat coursed down his forehead.

Mine.

He took one more step—before utter pain
slammed into him.

Molten magma came from above, burning the
flesh of his shoulders and back. Jaeger dropped to his knees, a roar of pain
coming from his lips. His jacket fell around his feet, and his shirt hung
limply before him, the back of it destroyed. The scent of his skin and muscle
cooking filled the air, masking the gold smell that had dragged him there.

He attempted a shift, but his body refused to
cooperate. His claws came out, but his body failed him. The pain was too great.
Again, he tried, but another wave of hot, liquid flowed over his body.

He fell to the floor, sweat coating him.
Jaeger gasped for air between the screams of pain.

One last time, he attempted to shift.

Metal.

They’d poured metal all down his back. It
already felt it begin to harden.

Pain seared through him as he fell to the
floor.

The blackness soon took him, but not before
he saw booted feet surrounding him.